teething at 6months old, while still fully nursed is something new to me. all other three of my children started teething at the earliest of 8 months, and they have started baby food with continuance of breast milk (this way i don't have to bring milk powder everytime we went out for any occasions..huhu). but my little a-een, he's quite an excitement. at 6 months old, he has a teeth, started lifting up his butt, maybe to begin sitting up on his own and crawl. move around on his belly, beautifully quick. a blink of an eye, he's under the dining table. next, hie's in the playroom. then, he's in the kitchen. my oh my...did i mention he's cleverly sulk? knows its bath time when i take off his clothes? and looking at the sink as if he knows that that's his bath tub? huhuhuhu...

and one thing for sure; he's grown healthy and much more handsome day after day!!

weird. people tends to be a snob regardless any situations they are in. worst, they are way too low and inadequate and have no rights at all to become a snob. ha ha ha..like snobbish is a job, one has to apply for it.

why do i bother to talk about this? because i face the snobbishness since so long ago and still am now. guess i'm destined to be surrounded by them. ha ha ha!

one situation:my hubby drives a Proton Juara

it is a copycat version of Mitsubishi town box

what gets in my nerve is, the look people gave us when they saw us in it. what? we can't drive or be in that car? search online, about its capability. of course the town box is much better but hey, where's the thankful behaviour? how could they, who drives a kancil, rides a motorcycle, or worst ever, using public transportation, being such a jerk on us? at least we have a spacey ride, we won't get soaked in wet when it rains. and better yet, we don't have to wait for hours for public rides. damn these people!!! those two college girls i saw at the bus stop near Giant Hypermarket Section 13 the other day, who made me wanna write this badly, i cursed you!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

yesterday my little Zahin was brought to our panel clinic for his 6 months old immunization. since he was coughing quite bad since a few days ago, i asked for some cough treatment for him too. looking at him, with his not-so-well-look and sleepy eyes, sadden me. he didn't make any scenes though. just his cough, breaking the silence of the night. woke me up every hour. so was his eldest sister, Dalia. oh my. what could a mother do besides attending her sick children? pray. pray for their wellness and healthiness.

but definitely not my favourite mood. been very cranky these days. hate it! a simple nudge is enough to make me explode. haih..how come? maybe because of him..how i miss him being around. hate to mention it but he seems too distance away. (urghhhh!!! can i bang my head on the wall now?)

had nausea last friday. first thing that crossed my mind; pregnant!

then snapped up! no way lah. i am still breastfeeding a-een in full. no menstruation yet. takde..takde..hahahaha..

Saturday, December 5, 2009

my third child, my second princess and the first one came out to the world through the 'window'. well, that's the term among parents for Cesarean babies. she was a bunden of joy. why? because she was so different! her eyes were big but slanted a bit. she has two 'pusar' (what do we call in it English, ya?) on her head and as in Malays understandings, a person who has this mark, is hard-to-handle and very naughty. my oh my. she is. but she is also very pretty and sweet. her smile, her eyes, her small figures, her behaviour, herself. as i'm typing this, she's right next to me, singing her own song while her hands mingling with the connection cables of my hubby's laptop. she's naughty, indeed. two years old and yet so many 'accidents' happened. she had once pushed her hand into a spinning fan; quite a cut she got there. she also had the nerve of touching the hot-currently-in-use iron (this happened at my mums, she was watching my mum ironing some clothes. luckily my mum acted quickly by immediately soaking her hand into a bowl of water.) she stumbled so many times, fell of off the stairs, chairs, stools, sofas, tripped over her toys, even her own feet and fell. cut her inner upper lips due to that and so many other things. but, those incidents doesn't stop her from being active. and yes, she's also a funny girl. at 2, she has so many ideas one can imagine about. a good friend and at the same time a furious enemy of her brother, Ziyad. i love every word she said for she has a beautiful and sweet and sometimes annoyingly loud voice. she's a cry baby, too. even being softly warned, she'd cry. well, not by me. as a mother who gave birth to them, my children don't tend to be scared with me. at least, not until i raised a hanger or a belt as a warning material. but with their papa, oh yeah..they'd run like mice.

Zahin Erza.

this boy is a miracle. I'd talk about him for hours yet the excitement will still be the same. goose bums, of being excited will always appear. he's almost 6 months old now and his progress, unbelievable. smiling? started when he was only 2 months old. he's turning around now, here and there. had once went accidentally out of the house when i forgot to shut the grill door (betul ke perkataan aku nih). fell of off the bed? twice! car seat? thrice! haha... what a memory.

i love my children, all very much. i always pray for the best of them, now and in the future. had once my hubby and i talked about what would they be when they grow up and suddenly i got scared. scared of the thought of they'd go abroad and i will be left home. no longer being near to them. how would they feel, i got myself thinking. leaving mama behind. will i still be alive by that time? will i still be healthy and able to deal with their needs, behaviour and such? i had my biggest sigh in wonder that day; inside. without my hubby noticing it.

thinking of their future alone, i become melancholic. only God knows how much I love them all.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

I was lying in bed, nursing my baby Zahin as this thought wanders. And i decided to put it here.

There are too many things happening in life that writings alone can't really cope; to release some tenses and pressures. In virtual reality, one need to behave accordingly. Though some might feel it (the content) shouldn't be condensed, but many think it's adequate. I, for example, have written about almost everybody in my life but never once that I've missed being misunderstood. Yes. I was often condemned, harshly, it hurt me badly inside out. But, I took it as a lesson. I don't mind if the condemners are outsiders, anonymous etc. If what they said has a point, I take it. If it is just rubbish, I'll toss it away.

I was once condemned by someone who thought she knew me well for she's a friend of one of my family members, but i didn't reply. Why? Because she only talk rubbish. Not a single fact. Being old in age doesn't mean one know everything about the world, and youngsters aren't so stupid that they don't know anything at all. I'm a tolerant person. I argue what's being put wrongly when it certainly right even at the slightest glance. Sometimes, the Malay saying of 'siapadulumakangaram' can be implemented in certain circumstances and situations.

My Words of Wisdom

Marriage; in the beginning is a sharing of life. When it reaches year 5, it's time to blend closely with each other and fill in missing pieces here and there. After 10-15 years, time to reactivate what's left behind; things you couldn't have the chance to do it together, lovingly. And the next years to go is where you ...strengthen trust, love and understanding towards the journey of a lifetime together.